Green Ground

So I'm writting this letter to you and my folks

Things could get better and I curse the cause

I'd lie I ain't miss you, the time runs too slow

And I still see you running through the glen all alone

When a poison is swallowed and ink runs all out

I'll sit back and listen to the sound of the night

There's not much I will leave here, I was never fond of things

But the book you gave me and two silver rings

Let the pipes loose and ringging while my body goes down

All guys'll be singing and marching around